Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

Delilah idly scratched at an itch on her right-foreleg with her teeth before raising her head and smiling. "No, not really," she answered, "Although I feel like I could eat round-about an entire stag on my own, now." She joked feebly; the humour putting an awkward taste in her mouth.

Fear suddenly tickled the edges of her consciousness. She had never been a good hunter; she had been raised by two zookeepers who had given her her daily meals much like a domestic dog would receive theirs. She had also been with the Master; who fed his dogs daily. Delilah had never really learnt to hunt properly; all the food had been prepared for her and she had never learnt to track prey or gauge their emotions as a result. Gods,she hoped she didn't have to hunt. She was horrible at it.

"Will we have to hunt?" She asked uneasily, unable to meet Luke's eyes. Embarrassment threatened to choke off her vocal cords. "I know it's stupid, but.." She swallowed hard, finally meeting Luke's eyes. "I-I never learned how to."